Authors Note
Well, here's the chapter I promised! If its still too short for you, then just pretend this one and the last one were combined and...I dunno, do stuff.
I already have a lot of the story written, its just a matter of separating it into chapters and posting it. Hopefully this chapter will be as enjoyable as the last two! Plus there's plenty more to come...
A cold, sharp wind that could chill to the bone whipped through the treacherous curves of a frozen, icy run in a small Colorado ski resort. It was overcast, it was threatening to snow, the wind was picking up, and the wannabe-skiing-pro tourists were packing up, bumps, bruises and all. The average skiers were clearing off as well, leaving the choice runs empty for the experts. The snow was packed and hard, the ice slick and treacherous, and you could practically feel the temperature drop with every breath.
These were the days Nate Logan lived for.
He grabbed his thick, camo-green jacket off the coat rack and nabbed a pair of goggles, slipping them over his head and letting them hang around his neck. His trusty board was propped against the rental store wall, next to the door where he could make an easy escape. He quickly slipped on his jacket and had almost made it to the door when he heard a sound that made his blood run cold.
"Hey Nate? Nate!" The muffled, puberty-wreaked voice of Terry McGuire, the annoying, pimple faced kid who worked the rental shop counter with him, was calling from the back room. "Nate? I need –uhmf... I need a little help in here!" Rolling his eyes, Nate ducked under the front desk and pushed aside the curtain blocking the back room from view.
Terry had crumpled against the wall, several boxes of board wax properly burying him while his arms flailed pointlessly out from underneath. For a moment, Nate considered leaving him there, but his conscious got the better of him and he grabbed the uppermost boxes and set them gently down on the table beside him. He helped Terry up, who hurriedly dusted himself off in a sad attempt to appear cool.
"Thanks Nate, for a second there I thought-" Terry stopped mid-sentence. Nate had turned and was heading right back out into the main store again.
Nate didn't have time to talk to Terry. He had to get as much possible snowboarding time in as he could. Besides, Terry was an annoying, know it all that didn't know how to shut up and was constantly grinding Nate's last nerve. He only put up with him because he was out of cash, and needed the lift money. That was the only reason he had taken this stupid job in the first place, plus it paid enough to cover his lift tickets and leave him with a little extra. Besides, as long as Terry didn't tell anyone he was going boarding, he could vent a bit of his frustra-
"Are you going snow boarding Nate? 'Cause my Dad is the manager, and I don't think he wanted you to go snowboarding during your shift."
Nate stopped in his tracks and sighed, tilting his head up towards the ceiling as if he were asking 'why me god, why me?'
"He told me your not supposed to be snowboarding. Your supposed to be here on shift with me in case we get a customer and–"
Nate cut him off. "Five minutes, 'kay Terry? Just five minutes." Terry started to object but Nate turned to face him and put up a silencing hand, gesturing the empty store around him. "No one's here Terry. No one is coming in here Terry. And no one is going to miss me, if I am gone for five minutes." Terry still looked uncertain.
"I don't know Nate, we might get a customer and -" Terry was cut off, again, this time by the shrill, insistent ringing of the phone.
"Get that, would ya?" Nate smiled sarcastically and headed for the door, grabbing his board on the way out.
"Okay, but only five minutes!" Terry frowned, then reached for the wall phone that was demanding his attention. "Hello, this is Ralph's Rental shop, we carry the latest and greatest in all of your rental needs. This is Terry speaking, how can I help you today?"
"Hey, I'm looking for uh, Nate Logan, we called his house and were told we could reach him here." The friendly, official voice on the other end paused a moment. "He's not busy, is he?" Terry glanced nervously at the door, and bit his lip.
"He is at the moment, I can take a message and give it to him when he's free if you like."
"That'd be great. The name's DJ Atomica, I'm calling on behalf of the race officials of the SSX pro-Circuit. If you could have him call me back as soon as possible..."
Alright, another chapter finished! I should be updating soon, so stay tuned!
Shouts:
Princesspie45: Thank you again for the review! You posted really fast! I wasn't expecting any reviews until tomorrow or something. You totally rock!
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